London called

I'm not going to try retelling the events of my six days in London. It can't be done. But here's a few highlights:

• Getting lost at Fabric. Countless times.
• A three-hour walk of shame on Saturday afternoon.
• Messy scenes at the bagel shop on Sunday night.
• Dragging myself out of bed on Saturday evening and carrying the last of Mike's belongings across Walthamstow.
• All-day breakfast with Dani on Thursday.
• Finding a miniature cricket bat while looking for pints in a bush.
• Attempting (and succeeding!) to find the underground bar in Shepherd's Bush.
• Angry taxi drivers and the faces they pulled outside Fabric.
• Attending the Stop the War G20 rally at Trafalgar Square.
• The armful of fliers I'd amassed by around 5am on Saturday.
• Late-night channel hopping with Jack Johnson.
• Banana toss.
• Arriving at Stef's place in my lion persona.
• Acquiring three bread crates in Acton. Discarding the two that weren't up to our standards.
• Taking one person's house off the market and putting their neighbour's on.
• Late nights at Stef's with Goldeneye and Mario Kart on N64.
• Celebrating my half-birthday on Stef's birthday (!!) for the first time. Doing so while wearing stupid hats.
• Getting inked (again).

I'll add some photos when I've got a spare second - watch this space.